Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Best Flickr stream ever. Except for that skinny goofy looking guy. I especially like Cynthia, Titus, Macar and Esther.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The Week in Review

Awesome: A- (give or take for curve) on Accounting midterm, A+ on Stats midterm. Came in to work at 7:15 to get some work done. Tom Goes to the Mayor & American Gangster. New Saves The Day record. Angry sex. G'point Poker Thursday. Fall weather.

Shitty: Dunkin Donuts sausage croissant. Never again.

Friday, October 26, 2007

The problem with Missed Connections is that I only look cool once in a blue moon, which is really hurting my odds. For example, last week I wrote that I got The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, and read it in two days on the subway. Two days?! I ride the subway twice a day, five times a week x fifty weeks a year = five hundred times a year (not counting weekends). So I was seen reading an intelligent novel four times out of five hundred-plus rides this year. That is unacceptable. I only dress really well twice a week or so. Maybe three if I'm lucky. The probability of me having a day when I a) dress 100%, b) am reading something bright, c) don't look hungover and d) am not half asleep and/or shoved up against the rest of the world herded onto the L train every morning is slim to none. So either you ladies need to lower your damned standards a little bit and post about me ASAP, or I am totes giving up on Craigslist.

I am not kidding.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I totally just kind of cried a little bit at the end of The Apartment. That's like crying at Sleepless in Seattle*

*Disclaimer: I have never seen Sleepless in Seattle.

Monday, October 22, 2007

:( I didn't win.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Why the shit is CMJ the week before midterms?

Friday, October 12, 2007

What an awesome word.

I learned this word because I bought a new suit jacket and it has (like most off-the-rack suits) false sleeve buttons. I became interested in why this is, because I like real sleeve buttons and my cheap H&M jacket has them. Are the eighties back in style? I don't know and I don't care, but rolled jacket sleeves are an awesome way to say to the world "I look effing amazing in this jacket but I'm a little warm, so instead of taking the jacket off I will keep looking amazing and dégagé and stay a little cooler at the same time." What I found was that, unfortunately, true sleeve buttons are a mark of bespoke tailoring. If you need your sleeves tailored and have true sleeve buttons, the adjustment would have to be done at the shoulder. Since most people need to have something done to off-the-rack suits (or, at least, they should), sleeve buttons would be a hinderance to most customers. I also learned that some people consider unbuttoning sleeve buttons gauche, which only leads to more questions. Where are the people who spot unbuttoned sleeve buttons and mutter "new money" under their breath to their wife? Because these are the people that I need to be associating with.

That was long and meandering and I hope it didn't take the thrill out of anyone's learning a great new word.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Last night after work I wandered into the bookstore and walked out with Michael Chabon's "The Mysteries of Pittsburgh." I'm sure I only recognized his name because he shows up in the "Wordloaf" episode of The Simpsons, where he gets into a fight with Jonathon Franzen. Which is actually very funny as long as you're a big fucking nerd. Anyway, this book is freaking awesome and it reminds me of the things that I enjoy about Garcia Marquez. Chabon uses a lot of big words, and seems to know when adding an archaic or out-of-place adjective can make prose more poetic and personal. I also like it when I accidentally start laughing on the subway.

That was lame and I sound like a big ole homo so I'll also tell you that tonight for dinner I am eating raw beef. For real.

I'm afraid it's time to put my pants back on and open the door to my office again, but first (as long as we're on the dorky literature trip) please remember that November is, once again, National Novel Writing Month. To date I have not found anyone to be my writing buddy but it's worth a shot. Last year my story went from normal beginning turns into bizzare ending, so maybe this year will go from bizzare premise to normal story. Who knows. Not even I, until the first night of Jack Daniels fueled napkin writing. Come on! It'll be fun!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Hey have you guys heard of this band called New Order? Where the fuck have I been?

Also I just spilled Cheerios all over my office. Man I am so awesome.

Friday, October 05, 2007

30 Rock killed last night. The Office was pretty good too. Also, my good friend Arthur Bouie gave me a demo from a band he interviewed called Benyaro. Check out the interview and then check out the band because it's a nice quiet change for the beginning of fall. Also the wife got me a effing cashmere tie! Also cuban food and jazz tonight. The only thing missing for a wonderful fall is the 60 degree weather!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

The backlash against the modern hipster (whatever that is) is in full swing. Michael Hirschorn jumped on the bandwagon with a piece bashing, no kidding, quirkiness, in last month's The Atlantic. In his defense, the article was not entirely fluff. It's true, in the Venn-diagram-of-life, there is probably a great bit of overlap in the Wes Anderson fans, McSweeney's readers, Talking Heads LP owners and pretentious as hell bubbles, but the article essentially wraps up every bit of Gen X/Y 'intelligista' mainstream into one easy to imagine (and critique) bucket.

There's no real meat in this article, so there's not much to build upon in rebuttal. Can we first point out that in April of this year Hirschorn theorized that Facebook "is likely only another in a long string of putatively disruptive, massively hyped technologies that prove just one more step in the long march," and then in October that "Facebook could become as important to us as Google." Maybe in February 2008 Hirshhorn will decide that Napoleon Dynamite is our Taxi Driver. His topics of interest don't range very far: Web 2.0,, Google, and name-dropping Grandaddy and Neutral Milk Hotel. I realize that most of the people reading this don't actually meet these kinds of people in real life, but trust me, they exist in hordes in New York. After going through a few of his op-eds it seems more and more likely that he only wanted the chance to mention Darjeeling Limited and label it uncool a month before his younger, hipper friends would do after they were, like, totally over Wes Anderson. Dudes, I so told you that in, like, September last year.

Really, the worst thing about this article (and about people who actually believe that there is some kind of cohesive underground that they don't know about, or something) is that he doesn't seem to understand that just because someone likes something different than he does not mean that they are liking that thing just to be different than him. Hand to God, I have not been listening to Meatloaf and Al Green all week because I think it will make me cooler (though listening to Al Green while walking around does kind of make me walk different and I get stong, sudden impulses to wink at various ladies). I also do not like Fellini films because they are more intelligent than Superbad. Because Superbad was awesome. And Hirschorn was right, Knocked Up was good, but not because it bucked trends and wasn't touchy-feely and full of ephemeral beauty. It was just funny. But way to take the fun out of it and make me get all introspective about liking a movie 'less gay,' or something, than Rushmore. Seriously. Can't you just, you know, dig things because you dig them? There's also a between-the-lines implication that the culture all those damned kids are making nowadays is plastic, that it's not really culture. It's defensible because it's human nature, but when you grow up and start to get old and your culture dissipates and all your friends who used to be anarcho-gypsy-hobos are working in banks and writing for Harper's, the only thing left to bitch about is your stereotypical picture of the younger generations. His parents did it to the hippies, and we're already doing it to kids now (Fallout Boy? Sidekicks? Pokeman?).

And let me tell you two things, if I may, before I let you make up your own mind: Napoleon Dynamite sucked and Arrested Development is hardly quirky. It's hilarious. And David Cross should be fuming to have been lumped into any group also containing Garden State.